Luyện nghe bài hát Live From the D.J. Stretch Armstrong Show

*after 2 of talking*

Yo so get the mic burned, open it up

[Black
Yes I, it out
It's like, you to the musician
Umbilicle mic, my strikes ya vision
I you through a tunnel of thought, wit no support
Now you got off guard, by the number one scar for the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically for this, Black Thought yo the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you me to be type valid
Disasterous, the just bust this, for the listener
Black Thought yo, I exhibit the
Styles, from the artist, boast strokes of lyrical darkness, the style
Severin rooms just like apartments, ill
I'm a by nature
Down wit my one neighbor, Common
>From the city of Illinois, you destroy when we bombin,
Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al don-datta Mr.
we gotta lotta MC's, on the line of this ready to rhyme
So I'm gon' set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out

I persue fairs, relaxed like Dru Down's hair
Other niggas rhymes are gang signs, I throw down theirs
On I Landed, players get played like Hamlet
Supposedly nice, taken for granted life
I write twice and drop singles in record
Niggas I'm dunkin like when mingle, fuck hip hop jingles
Rhymin big words and not sayin
The click that you came in wit, the accent you whipped
I got my nigga Tariq, I freak it in the middle of the
is weak an' and I start to speakin
Niggas to leakin, my nigga Derek D an'
I'm foreseein the future, funky for beings
Like I was the Biz Mark, I the noise iller
Com Sense'll be the rhyme killer, I a
bit of juice to a MC who need a new producer
Got my nigga Y-Not in the spot and I rock crack
I'm ready to attack, Thoughts is
Niggas understand the and relevance to this rhyme
I Stretch a nigga all across the line I was Bobbito or Armstrong
Com's song'll keep goin, I the holdin
My flowin is to earth
The birth is through, listenin to cut old school *laughin*
?Tremblin when it came the shoot?

Monch]
(Pharoahe) Yeah yeah (Pharoahe) yeah
(Pharoahe) yeah yo
Always beginnin em, forever them, bendin em again and again
Sendin em back, lettin em that minimum wages
befriending em for criminal ac-tivity
Mics I chop like Florida Seminoles wit criminal facts
And milly ac-tually I piss on your wax
It'll be but only this, what nigga swears he's the nicest
Just because he got of the month twice
Four mic devices, the gem blade the shit slices
and dices, Absolute
Absolute uh, uh, Absolute uh (kill it)

Yes, the microphone
My words enlight your dome
When I'm quick to strike your home just like
N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator will yours
waitin for the beat to come in, I'm dangerous like Satan
Eatin bacon in front of a Muslim, I'll battle you and cousin
the beef for black attack
When I, yes quick to the wack
When I go from track to track, bouncin in the mounds and
Flowin like water from a fountain I deliver
Like water a river makin you shiver
for sore, the connoisseur rippin ill-literature
Yes, but I'm about to get
You'll catch a ill reflection from listenin too to the speaker
I reach ya, it's gettin more clearer, outta the era

[Black
It's like this, we you open like a parachute
Took a of hip hop, it's Absolute
For my man from the of Representatives
And it out, aiyyo I always do, that's what I'ma bout ta
Do I show you a style and throw
For all competitors, Black Thought comin through the seckle
I'm the superior and you inferior
Let me adjust my so you can hear me ta--
rule the, microphone
Pure skills, nuttin but it, all of a
just start to studdered from the rap style
Hey yo let me rewind check it out, it out
Well it's the, deranged style that change and forms
I swarm like killa bees for feelin fantasies
MC's throw a tantrum, I sing the Fifth
Aiyyo it's this, my song thump your preference
You can never attempt to that where my level is
Black severin competitives, off the dome top
Yo my microphone stop, my man Com drop

And halt, I guess it was my fault
I came through like a malt, niggas tried to pour salt
But never knew the flavor, my is accented from Chicago
Niggas follow, hold the bottle
My shit'll flowin
Now I'm showin this poetry in motion a picure
Read the scripture, understood the New Testament
Start to it
The is like this, where the beat went
I give MC's the silent
They to come against me, I told em they wasn't fresh
Rappers I Crush, Kill and like Stress
Extinction Agenda, Com just send a-nother
Mothafucker to the bathroom, he didn't have to shit on the mic
That I had, it's like the nigga Com Sense, I don't a pad
Off the dome, my roam/Rome like a Greek
I start to speak, and niggas extra weak/week
seven days, I take ya seven whole days like Tony
Never been a phony, Express styles like a
Hold ya horses, Com Sense read The
this type of shit that go straight through, I lost this
One time, it came back the rap
Niggas me like one time
Check it out nig-- my man is unsigned, ready to get it on
It's this upon the mic yo I sit upon

Monch]
Yo yo, check it out now, one time now, Pharoahe yo
It's not breaks at the bar, if you a star
Wit me and my baby doll you won't go far
I seek the of Allah, the laws I lay
Peepin the upper of light display
Funk rap pro, attributed to facts so
Cleverly put, more revolutions a axel
The sad slow nigga much than Coltrane
Who can cop beats that I chop like
The effortless action wit moves like
Lip, and admit wit mo' satisfaction
And all the while my can pile up
data than X-File shows all added up
The educated nigga from Queens, by any
Servin any fiends, similar to Team
But like I will rise to the top to redeem the cream
For niggas who for hip hop
I pop glock and shot and chop spots
>From top notch to bust from a crotch
Positioning, what Absolute, what c'mon c'mon kick the

The last word was so I get a vision
And makin sentences on top of cranium
Underground,
Crossin the Mediterranean, water to MC's
Who catch across the border
across, the window, not a nympho
Lookin at my man, the Jedi duck when the fly
My man just took a picture, so I snapped it
Lookin at the man who got the in his back shit, the back shit
I pack shit but it's never an automatic
I'm static just like the opposite of Bounce
I get, throwing mad
at my man Bobbito and Stretch
I gotta the beat
I'm never come off weak 'cause weak is the of strong
I used to smoke the bong but now I got the
It's my turn to rhyme
need to be greedy, I give my old gear to the needy
Used to write graffiti I got the burner
You might not get that but you I it back to my man wit the head wrap
Yo

and shoutouts to end*